Kala's eyes didn't linger as he moved into the tub, but she didn't avert her eyes. She knew too many Avialae who would downplay damage to their person in some silly attempt to seem invulnerable and he might have to tell her to stop if he didn't want her to fall back into her role as his nurse.
She went to the door, passed the dirty laundry to a servant, made a request for probably fits from Aquilios' wardrobe, and then returned.
Then she settled onto a stool to assist.
"Let me know if you want the heat adjusted," she said. Having an elementalist as a bath attendant was handy like that. Borrowing a sponge, she scrubbed his back, between his shoulders, then dried her hands to see to his wings. There was a meditative quality to such things. She remembered when her mother had taught her how. There were vague memories of her father's feathers under her fingers before he died. Aquilios hadn't appreciated his little sister, but Kaus certainly had, especially when their mother's limited reserves of affection were saved mostly for her heir.
"I want to know it all," she said carefully after he spoke, "when and if you want to share. And if want... I could bring mind-healers. I don't know if your memories are retrievable, but they should be able to make sure you aren't... damaged somehow."
The Sentinels had their Assessors, master semblers and mesmers whose training focused on memory and mental health. Phocion could tell her no and she wouldn't press for favors, but it was a good place to begin if he needed the help.
.She went to the door, passed the dirty laundry to a servant, made a request for probably fits from Aquilios' wardrobe, and then returned.
Then she settled onto a stool to assist.
"Let me know if you want the heat adjusted," she said. Having an elementalist as a bath attendant was handy like that. Borrowing a sponge, she scrubbed his back, between his shoulders, then dried her hands to see to his wings. There was a meditative quality to such things. She remembered when her mother had taught her how. There were vague memories of her father's feathers under her fingers before he died. Aquilios hadn't appreciated his little sister, but Kaus certainly had, especially when their mother's limited reserves of affection were saved mostly for her heir.
"I want to know it all," she said carefully after he spoke, "when and if you want to share. And if want... I could bring mind-healers. I don't know if your memories are retrievable, but they should be able to make sure you aren't... damaged somehow."
The Sentinels had their Assessors, master semblers and mesmers whose training focused on memory and mental health. Phocion could tell her no and she wouldn't press for favors, but it was a good place to begin if he needed the help.